Author's note: This story was inspired by Season 11 Episode 3, "Till Death Do Us Part." Immediately after the episode aired, it sparked a very stimulating and thought-provoking conversation on the Morgan/Garcia Shippers: the Wednesday Night Girls Facebook page. So, to all the Wednesday Night Girls, this story is dedicated to you!

BAU Headquarters – Morning –

Morgan had long lost count of the number of times his morning workout had been interrupted by a call or text summoning him back to headquarters because of a new case. In fact, it seemed to be happening a lot more often lately. This morning however was different. Garcia had called him frantic because not only did they have a new case, Hotch was requesting their presence, just the two of them, in his office ASAP! He long ago stopped being intimidated by his boss but Garcia was another matter all together. She'd likened it to being called into the principal's office in high school. He chuckled to himself and shook his head as he imagined his Baby Girl in high school driving the boys crazy and keeping the staff on their toes with her unique and amazing way of being who she was. He loved that about her; she was who she was with no explanation or apologies and he had to admit it to himself that it was sexy as hell.

As the elevator door opened there she stood waiting for him holding two cups of hot coffee as her foot tapped nervously against the tile floor. With one hand he accepted his navy blue mug while the other hand pulled her close in a reassuring hug.

"See, this is probably why we are being called into the boss' office!" She whispered nervously.

"What?"

"This! The closeness the way your hand just automatically finds it's way around my waist and how I love it and you and…"

"Breathe, Mama!" He cooed in her ear.

"It's probably nothing. Don't worry, I got you, Baby Girl."

She loved the way he could just calm her nerves in the midst of a storm. His voice was like warm caramel and butter as it oozed confidently from his mouth and when he pulled her tight against his body she felt safe like nothing including their boss, Aaron Hotchner could harm her.

The rest of the team had already gathered in the conference room as Morgan stopped them at Hotch's door. He had no idea what he wanted but he wasn't going to let on to Garcia that he was at least curious about the private meeting. He glanced at her as her breathing increased and a light bead of sweat appeared on her forehead.

"Hey listen to me. Everything is going to be fine. Just relax, okay Beautiful?"

"Morgan?"

"Okay, okay. Let's just get this over with before you stop me from being…me."

"What would I do without you?"

"Well, you're not going to have to find out if I have anything to say about it. Now take a deep breath and let's go inside."

Garcia slowly inhaled and exhaled a shaky breath as Morgan knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Glancing at Garcia Morgan smiled and then opened the door stepping aside to allow her to enter first.

"Have a seat."

The two sat in the chairs directly in front of Hotch's desk. After a few seconds, Hotch closed the file in front of him and setting his pen down then finally looking at the two.

"Thanks for coming in."

"What's going on, Hotch? Why did you want to see Garcia and me before the briefing?

Garcia began fidgeting with her hands in her lap. Morgan calmly placed his hand on hers and squeezed gently. The gesture did not go unnoticed by Hotchner and it was then that he knew he was right in his decision.

"I need you and Garcia to go undercover for this next case."

"M-Me, Sir? Undercover? But I'm not an agent…Sir."

"No way, Hotch, Garcia is not a trained agent, she's…"

"Just hear me out."

Morgan angry now glanced at Garcia and back at Hotch as he waited for an explanation.

"Savannah, Georgia PD is asking for our help. Three women have been murdered in the last three weeks. Each were kidnapped, tortured and killed the night before they were to be married."

"Okay, so we go to Savannah but what does that have to do with Gar-? No, way! Are you trying to say you want her to go…? Hell no! No way, Hotch!"

"I'm saying I need both of you to go undercover."

"Both of us? Me and Garcia?"

"Why me? I've never been in the field I'm not trained like you guys!"

"Hotch this is a bad idea, man! She can't do this, I won't let her!"

"It's not your decision, Morgan. It's mine and I've made it, end of discussion."

Morgan sat stunned and pissed he couldn't believe what he was hearing. He knew of a dozen female agents qualified for this assignment. He couldn't believe Hotch would put Garcia in danger like this.

Garcia knew what they did for a living and she thanked her lucky stars that she never had to do it. She merely sat at her computers searching cyberspace not shooting and being shot at. This wasn't for her and she wanted no part of it.

"Why us? Why me, Sir?"

"We need two people who would be convincing to the unsub." He began.

Hotch's eyes fell on the two joined hands.

"That's what I need." Nodding to their hands "I don't have time to find two agents that can pull that off. This unsub is smart and has managed to grab these women in high traffic areas without being noticed. He'd spot a set up in a second."

"I don't like this Hotch, I don't like it all. What if something happens to her? What then?"

"You'll make sure it doesn't."

Hotch stood and handed them each a file.

"This is the case file and your back story. Learn it. You both leave in an hour."